"Someone Who Can" by Yuna
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
I was riding on the Paris Metro, heading my way to the Trocadero stop to see the Eiffel Tower, and my phone awkwardly blasted "La Vie En Rose" for everyone on the train ride to hear. I'm not sure if that blew my cover of being that American tourist, who is obsessed with the dream of living in Paris. Maybe. Maybe not. I was a bit embarrassed, but everyone's deadpan expression on the train ride home from work said it all.
My one night and two day visit in Paris was bittersweet. I had a few memories I rather not add to the photo album, but I guess it was bound to happen while traveling alone. (I got pick pocketed, ran after the girl, and got to ride in a Parisian cop car. I will save this story for another time). I had a magical time exploring Paris in the rain with my friend Elodie from Paris. She showed me around her favorite spots as I grabbed an almond croissant and caramel tea. Woody Allen is right. Paris in the rain is beautiful.
My second day in Paris consisted of me jamming in everything as quickly as possible before my train ride back to London. I went to the Louvre early in the morning and rushed towards the Mona Lisa. Everyone was snapping away photos of the masterpiece, but they didn't even take a second to take a look at the work. It baffled me that someone would travel this far to not even glance at the moment that you're in. I stood there for a few minutes admiring the painting until another tourist pushed me to try and make their way towards the painting. Good thing I was in Paris during off season. I can't imagine the madness of how many tourists there are in the summer.
Paris is a beautiful city, and I wish I had more time to explore the city. It really is magical in the rain.
Monday, November 25, 2013
I am exhausted and happy to announce that I am back in the good ole state of New Jersey (take note: that photo of me was actually taken in Berlin, so there is a bit of irony there. There is a Berlin town in New Jersey, but I think I like the one in Germany a lot better). I guess people are right when they say, "Home is where the heart is." The last week of my trip has been me nagging about how much I miss my family, friends, and my home. It really has been quite the trip, but it feels so good to be back home. I still have tons of jet lag, and my sleep schedule has been out of control so sorry if this blog post doesn't make any sense.
My house doesn't have any internet at the moment, so I am mooching on the wifi at Barnes and Nobles. Oh how they have wonderful lattes and free wifi, a girl's dream. The overpriced book selection also tortures me here and there, but I am grateful for this comfy couch I'm currently sitting on while typing this. Stay tuned for more updates from my trip around the world.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
It's 1:50 AM over here in Stockholm, Sweden. Just woken up from my sporadic nap, which will affect how I will feel when I hop onto another plane to a new country. I'm on a 17 hour layover and making my way to Rome next. When I had arrived to Stockholm from Berlin, I was able to explore the fun capital by getting on the easily accessible metro that connects from the Stockholm Arlanda airport to Stockholm City.
I had nothing planned for this city because I like to be spontaneous on trips like this. When I was on the short plane ride, I was reading the Scandinavian Airlines Magazine, which had some tips of places to check out in Stockholm. Sodermalm was one of the bohemian neighborhoods they recommended for some cool places to check out. I hopped on the metro, got off the Hornstull stop on the red line and found all the cafes, restaurants, and shops they had mentioned in the magazine.
If you ever make it to Stockholm, grab a cup of coffee at Cafe Vurma or a bite to eat at Taylors and Jones. Both really unique and fun restaurant environments to eat or grab a drink.